Thirty round clip in my Glock (Phr-r)
Five bricks on my block
That babe nneds my cash (Ha)
Pulling wop non-stop
My home is jungle and I am Jumanji (Hey)
DJ Tape
My home is jungle and I am Jumanji (Hey)
Fake wiggers flexing, but they are not G (Hey)
I have me, no alibi
I have bars but not about love (Hey)
b#tches come and go, (Hey)
Easy come and go, (Hey)
Clout come and go, (Hey)
Money come and go, (Hey)
Go, Tape, Go, (hey)
Lean like flamingo, (Hey)
Nicotine draw and I am screaming: «Bingo!» (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Boof is in my head, I am like Winnie the Pooh
Flak jackеt bulletproof, and it reinforces thе soul (To, to)
You aare talking about true, and all shooters coming through (To-to-to-to!)
.223, undriven on sh#t
I have a trap — it is a worn «Smith & Wesson»
Showed them lesson, Tape LaFlare — professor
Dimebagg is bringing bag, and there’s a lot of weight there
I am lighting gas, and we are casting out demon
Give me the loot, Hey, hunnid’ band jugg (Band jugg)
If all good, then Moscow is like HollyHood
And my squad — is a plug, blunt is like hula hoop
And your hashish is like bud, and Tussin is like mud (Hey, hey)
Feel Tape robbin’ good
Robbing, robbing hood (Hey)
Robbing, robbing hood
And Lil Tape is like Robin Hood (Hey)
Ten grand on my wrist
I have powder (Ski-ski, Ski-ski)
I was skewed after lean like (Ha, E, Hey)
Ten grand on my wrist, I have powder
I was skewed after lean like «Eiffel Tower»
Bob Marley’s aura in blunt — that’s pure power (Pow)
I worked everyday on twenty four hour
b#tches come and go, but i only need gold
Hood storyteller, greatest story ever told
You got a stick, homie, what’s the point?
Diamonds are on wrist, and and they are dancing c-walk, homie
Hey, ya, c-walk, homie, hey, hey (Bling-blaw)
Tape-walk, homie, hey, ya
Hey, c-walk, homie
Ya, ya walk, homie
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